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Die Gesprek



REGSTELLING
In die video raak George deurmekaar met die maande!
Ons staan aan die einde van April en gaan teen die einde Mei 
klaar oorgeskuif wees.


Elemente Uit Die Gesprek


Met ons besoek aan Gauteng die afgelope week het ons soveel navrae oor Die Restory se verhuising gekry en versoeke dat ons inligting daaroor moet deurgee, dat ons besluit het om dit vir die afsienbare toekoms as item in ons blog te plaas. 

Ons plaas ook van die foto's op Facebook en Instagram, maar dis handig om dit hier in die blog te hê omdat dit maklik is om jou hand daarop te lê in jare vorentoe.

Teen die einde van Mei wil ons alles oorgeskuif hê na Tafelkop. Om te sê dat ons dan gevestig sal wees is totaal onrealisties teen die agtergrond van tyd, kragte en fondse en die mate waartoe dit beskikbaar is.

Hierdie week is die hooffokus die ontruiming van Sebastien se rondawel en die vervoer van sy meubels en ander besittings na sy nuwe huis.





Die Mazda gelaai vir die skuif van Sebastien se meubels hierdie naweek.




Sebastien se leë rondawel




Matilda is byna klaar uitgesorteer in die spens, met die leë rakke die bewys daarvan.
Sy sê altyd dat dié ou rakke haar hart gesteel het toe ons die eerste keer in die 
huis ingestap het.



Die "middelkamer" wat nou as stoorkamer gaan dien soos gepakte bokse
hier ingedra gaan word en die res van die huis leër word.
Baie van julle sal hierdie kamer van retreat-dae herken.



Musiek

Die tema vir hierdie maand se musiek is afskeid, aanbeweeg, afsluit van iets, nuwe begin. Op hierdie stadium spreek dit tot ons.

Dit is egter nie net op verhuisings van toepassing nie. Dit gebeur ook in verhoudings, lewensfases, situasies. Met die afwagting, hartseer, onsekerheid en al die ander emosies wat aanmeld by die oorsteek van 'n drumpel.








Met ons liefde en dankbaarheid vir julle s'n. 


George & Matilda 









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